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“I want to have sex with you.”
The words caused Obi-Wan to choke on his juice; coughing and sputtering. Thank goodness Ahsoka had left for the morning.
Had he heard Cody correctly? True, bluntness ran through the man’s veins, but surely even he knew that such a statement at the breakfast table first thing in the morning was not the way to go about making such a request.
There was an art to this sort of thing. A seduction. A dance.
He looked up at Cody, who’s dark eyes surveyed him. Flickering up and down his body. Taking in every piece of him.
Heat climbed Obi-Wan’s spine. He shivered and suppressed it.
Alright, maybe Cody did know how to seduce. He certainly knew how to dance.
“What? Now?” he asked. “I have a council meeting in ten minutes.”
He and Cody had yet to have sex. Between his newfound relationship with the Force, getting used to his prosthetic, ending the war, cleaning up Coruscant, settling Ahsoka in as his new padawan, and trying to deal with his complicated feelings about Anakin and his arrest, neither of them had the time. And Obi-Wan certainly hadn’t had the desire. He knew it’d return eventually. He had more than one very pleasurable dream about Cody for that particular side of him to burn away completely. Besides, Cody’s flirtations with him had only grown bolder by the day.
But he had hoped their first time would be a bit more… romantic.
Granted, he had been having sex quite regularly since about sixteen so he didn’t need all the fanfare of that first time. And, to be honest, even his first time didn’t deserve fanfare. A rather lackluster affair for all parties involved. As would be the case until he figured out what to do after a few years of trial, error, and good old-fashioned practice.
He could get Cody off in about ten minutes. His mouth had talents other than negotiating peace treaties and charming idiotic senators, after all.
It’s just… a quickie for the first time with the man he loved and never thought he would have… Well, if Cody wanted it, then Obi-Wan would oblige. Besides, Cody’s sex life prior to them becoming a couple remained a mystery. He might have never had sex before. Not an issue.
“No, not now,” Cody said.
“Oh.” And now he felt disappointed. He was fully prepared to drop to his knees and show Cody a good time. “Then why bring it up?”
Cody sipped his caf, his dark eyes never leaving Obi-Wan’s face for a second. He felt his face flush and pulled his eyes away before he said ‘screw it’ and blew him anyway.
“Because we haven’t had it yet and I want to discuss so we’re all on the same page.”
“Ah. I see. Er, have you had sex before? It’s fine if you haven’t. But--”
“I have,” Cody said.
This made Obi-Wan blink. “What? When? With whom? Not that I’m jealous,” he rushed to say.
“I get shore leave!”
“That’s what you were doing on shore leave?”
“Yes! What were you doing?”
“Sleeping!”
“So was I. Just, I also slept with other people before.”
Obi-Wan chuckled and shook his head. “Well that alleviates some of my concerns.”
“You were concerned I was a virgin?” Cody frowned.
“Concern might be too strong of a word. I just know that sometimes your comfort levels are directly correlated to how much sex you’ve had.”
“And you were worried that because I didn’t have sex before, I wouldn’t know what I was or wasn’t comfortable with.” Cody translated.
Obi-Wan reached out and grabbed his hand. “I wanted to make sure it was fun for both of us. Though, I’ll admit, I don’t think anyone’s first time is good. You don’t know what you’re doing and there are too many limbs to keep track of.”
Cody smirked. “My first time was excellent.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Or you're not as good in bed as you think you are.”
Obi-Wan leaned forward and grinned. “I guess you’ll just have to find out. Won’t you?”
Cody squeezed his hand and pulled back, leaving Obi-Wan cold and more than a little desperate. “Later. Is there anything you’re absolutely uncomfortable with?”
Ah, the discussion of kinks. A wholly unsexy part of the whole sex process. But a necessary one.
“I’m really not as kinky as many people would believe. Don’t hit me. Or spit on me.”
Cody wrinkled his nose. “That’s not going to happen.”
“I also don’t like name calling. Whore, bitch, slut, the like.”
Cody’s face twisted more. “Why would you call someone you love that?”
“Some people like it. I don’t. Also don’t choke me. I’m fine with some bondage but it has to be soft. No ropes or chains.”
Cody nodded, making a mental note of everything Obi-Wan said. “That all sounds reasonable. I haven’t done much kinky stuff, I’ll admit. So I can’t speak to that. But I will let you know if I’m uncomfortable with anything.”
“Thank you, my dear.”
“And are you clean? I am. Helix has us all tested every time we come back from shore leave.”
Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes, I am. Madam Che has a similar policy.”
Cody nodded. “Good. You should get going. Don’t want to be late for your meeting.”
“Now hold on, when are we going to have this sex we’ve spoken so much about?” He could be convinced to do it now. The council could wait. He’d make up some excuse about another vision or something.
Seeing Cody, soft in the morning light, hair slightly longer than regulation rumpled and tousled. Oh, those curls! He wanted to run his fingers through them. Press his lips to Cody’s warm skin. Trace the salt with his tongue. Take him by the hand and guide him back to the bedroom where he could muss those curls even more and kiss him until he couldn’t remember his own name and then--
“Not now,” Cody said, his voice pulled Obi-Wan out of his fantasies.
“What?” He blinked a few times.
“I want it to be special. Not some rushed quickie where you’re worried about being late and I’m worried my idiot brothers are going to walk in on us because I’m not where I’m supposed to be.”
“Yes, I suppose you’re right.” He sat back and stroked his beard. “Well, my dear, I’m ready when you are. Lead the way, my love.”
Cody smiled at him. He stood and kissed Obi-Wan’s forehead softly. “You’ll know when I’m ready.”
“That sounds like a threat.” Another shiver went up his spine.
“You should know by now I don’t make threats. I make promises. Have a good day, mesh’la.”
“You as well, my love.” He certainly looked forward to being on the receiving end of that particular promise soon.
*****
Obi-Wan fully intended to keep his word and let Cody lead when they were going to have sex. If the man wanted to wait a little longer, he would not force him. He would never force him. Besides, just because both of them had had sex before did not mean they were ready to immediately jump to a more physical aspect of their relationship. A lot had happened. A lot of trauma. A lot of pain. A lot of change.
Everyone had to work through what Palpatine had done to them.
Including Obi-Wan.
But, fuck, Cody seemed to be testing his every resolve.
First, there was the morning, when he walked out of the shower. Water dripped from his curls. Glistening on his broad shoulders. Sliding down between the divots of his muscles. A towel wrapped low and tight around his hips. It took Obi-Wan every ounce of will power he had not to tackle the man then and there. He may have cracked a tooth with how hard he clenched his jaw.
Just one little lick couldn’t hurt.
And then there was the uniform.
That Force forsaken uniform. Obi-Wan never thought he had a particular desire for men in uniform. Especially since, if he played his card right, that uniform wouldn’t be on for very long. They always looked better on the floor anyway.
Cody in uniform, however, did things to his insides. The cut of that suit. The gleam of the medals against his chest. His back straight. His shoulders back. His eyes narrowed, intense with conversation as he picked apart every piece of the plan laid out in front of him. A single-minded determination and drive that Obi-Wan knew, if focused on him, would make him putty in an instant.
He was a grown man for crying out loud! He had seen plenty of hot people in his life. He could control himself.
(He couldn’t.)
At the very least, he and Cody no longer technically worked together to the amount of times he saw him in his uniform were few and far between. Planted firmly in the morning and in the evening.
He wished he could say the same about the gym.
Walking in on Cody working out, he died.
He died and went to heaven.
Or hell.
Depending on who you asked.
Cody always seemed to be doing hip thrusts when Obi-Wan stopped by to practice his katas.
And he couldn’t help but stare at those thick, chiseled thighs. Flexing, bronzed, almost glowing in the light. He wore shorts that seemed designed to show off as much skin as possible while keeping absolutely everything hidden at the same time. How was that possible?
And what he wouldn’t do to crawl on those thighs and take Cody for a ride.
Waxer, the absolute menace, must have noticed Obi-Wan staring one day. He asked how much he weighed. Then called out to Cody to try that weight.
Cody looked at him, wiped some sweat from his brow (Force how he glistened!) and glibly told Waxer he had finished warming up. Why would he need to do that weight again?
He then proceeded to load up the bar with twice Obi-Wan’s weight and threw it around like it weighed nothing.
He had to take a very cold shower that day. And even that didn’t help.
He meditated more in the past few weeks than he had in the past year. Constantly trying to will away his emotions and erections until Cody was ready to have sex. Especially with their bond open and emotions passing easily between them, he did not want Cody to think he was pressuring him to move forward before he was ready.
Cody would come to him when the time was right.
And about three weeks later, the time was right.
Or, at least, Obi-Wan hoped that to be true.
Cody had an early morning meeting. Meaning he left before Obi-Wan got up. But when he did…
That simmering heat welcomed him in the bond. Soft, barely there.
Cody wasn’t actively suppressing it. But he refused to focus on it either. He did let it simmer. Let it soak into his brain. Through the bond. Like fingers curling to beckon him closer. To take notice.
And Obi-Wan took notice.
His gut flared with heat. His body shivered in anticipation.
He tried to control his expectations. Even though both of them had had sex before, with a new partner there were always awkward bits and bobs. It might take a few rounds before the two of them knew how to best give the other pleasure.
Though if anyone could live up to expectation, it would be Cody.
“Master,” Ahsoka said, pulling his attention away from the bond and the anticipation.
“Yes, my dear?” he asked. Just because he was excited about Cody’s unspoken promises didn’t mean he could neglect his duties as her master. He could exercise self control. As much as it frustrated him.
Ahsoka shifted from foot to foot, staring at the ground. A cloud of nerves enveloped her. They were still trying to find their footing as master and padawan. While he did help train her during the war, Anakin had been her primary master. And his view on child-rearing and teaching had been a bit more… lax. Perhaps on account of his age, Palpatine messing with his mind, and the fact that his focus had been split in too many directions. And even if it hadn’t, they were two different people. Therefore, they had two different forms of communications, expectations, and personalities. Obi-Wan knew he and Ahsoka would find their footing eventually. It would take time. A bit of a transition period. She was doing wonderfully, though. Blossoming into quite the Jedi even though he had only been formally training her for a short time.
“I was wondering if I could stay with Rex and the others at the barracks tonight,” she finally asked.
“Oh, is that all? Of course you can,” Obi-Wan said.
“We might go out and do something beforehand, is that okay? Cody suggested I do something other than study.”
Oh, Cody suggested she get out of the Temple for the evening, did he? Not very subtle of him.
Obi-Wan chuckled. “I trust Rex. Be safe, and have fun.”
She beamed and leapt up to give him a hug. “Thank you, master.”
“Of course, my dear. Feel free to call if you get into any trouble.” He thought about it for a second. “Unless you need someone to bail you out of jail. Then call Quinlan.” That would be payback for that time on Pantora. Obi-Wan never forgave him for that.
Ahsoka laughed. “Alright, master. I will.”
One more quick hug and then she darted out the door, waving to him with a bright smile on her face.
The feeling he had seeing that smile could not be adequately described. Ahsoka had always been a resilient child, but even the most resilient children can crumble if pushed too far. He worried Palpatine had pushed her too far. So, to see her excited and ready to engage in mischief relieved some of the stress he felt building in the back of his mind. Things were not, and would never be, back to normal. But they could find a new normal. One that brought just as much joy and laughter as before. Perhaps even more.
“Now then, let’s see what you have planned, my dear,” Obi-Wan muttered to himself as he cleaned up the training salle.
He took his time, not wanting to rush into anything. Cody made it back to their quarters and was waiting for him. But he wasn’t in a rush either.
Obi-Wan shivered. He felt his legs and hands tingle as his heart beat against his ribs.
He made sure to be thorough in his work. Master Cin would have him scrubbing the floors with a toothbrush if so much as a training staff was out of place.
Cody had toyed with him all day, Now it was Obi-Wan’s turn.
Planning something special for tonight, my dear? He asked through the bond.
Why don’t you come up and see. Even through the bond, Obi-Wan could hear the husk in his voice. Deep and low. So only he could hear.
His lips practically pressing to his ear. His hot breath ghosted over his neck. A broad hand pressed to his low back, pinning him in place. Phantom sensations spreading up his limbs.
Was this Cody’s doing through the bond? Or his own imagination taking flight.
He shivered and ran a hand through his hair, an attempt to neaten it.
You know that’s pointless, right? Especially with what I have planned for you. Cody teased.
Presentation matters, my dear.
He could feel Cody’s eyes roving over him, mapping every inch of skin. Damn right. Get up here before I’m forced to come find you.
That could be fun.
Later, mesh’la. I know what I want for tonight.
Ah, well. With that promise hanging between them, who was Obi-Wan to deny his partner’s wish?
He finished up his work and then made his way back to their apartments. He had to be mindful not to sprint through the halls like an overly excited dog. He was a Jedi Master. He was a member of the council. He had standards to uphold. Besides, Cody had teased him so much during the day, the least he could do was wait a few minutes longer.
He smiled politely at other troopers, masters, and padawans that passed him in the halls. He tucked his hands into his sleeves. He walked and did not run. He kept his mind clear so as not to stain the halls with his thoughts.
And then, he made it to the door.
He stood there for a second to gather his wits about him. It had been quite some time since he had last had sex. Between raising Anakin, and then the war, there wasn’t much time for any sort of relationships. Most of the sex he had had the past few years had been trysts and hook ups that were, more often than not, unsatisfying. Or perhaps Cody was right and he just wasn’t as good at sex as he would lead people to believe.
Either way, he hadn’t had sex with someone he truly cared about in such a long time. Actually, he hadn’t had sex in a long time, now that he thought about it. Goodness, it had to be towards the start of the war. Before he had met Cody. That made things all the more intense. The excitement and nerves tangled together until it was difficult to distinguish one from the other.
What if this was disappointing for both of them? What if his prosthetic seized up half way through?
He had a nightmare about Cody’s skin getting caught in the gears and his entire body getting degloved before Obi-Wan could figure out how to free him. Anakin told him (with a very red face and refusing to look him in the eyes) that that wasn’t likely to happen.
He worried all the same.
What had once been something he so desperately wanted and looked forward to, was now turning into a source of anxiety.
The heat in the bond simmered down. Replaced with love and affection lapping against his shields.
We can wait, if you need to. I’ve waited this long for you, I can wait a little longer. Cody, sweet, loving Cody, assured him.
Obi-Wan smiled and rested his hand on the door. The cool metal ground him to the present. No, I want this.
I’ll take it slow. He promised.
“I know,” Obi-Wan whispered to the quiet, empty, hallway.
He typed in the entrance code. The door slid open.
He didn’t know what he expected, but he didn’t expect what he got. The apartment was almost completely dark. The only sources of light being from low, almost amber sources that seemed hidden in strategic places. Just enough to allow him to see where he was going. But not so much as to light up the whole room.
“What have you been up to?” He stepped in the room.
Cody was nowhere to be seen.
“I’ll be most cross if this was a cruel trick,” he said a bit louder. He stepped past the front entryway and into the small living space, sliding the robe off his shoulders as he did so.
“No tricks,” Cody said.
Obi-Wan turned to see him sitting on the couch. His ankle crossed and rested on his knee. Left hand thrown across the back of the couch. Right hand holding a glass of whiskey. He took a sip, his dark eyes just barely visible over the brim, staring at Obi-Wan. Waiting for him.
He let the cloak fall to the floor. “You seem to be enjoying yourself, my dear.”
“What can I say? I like the view.”
Obi-Wan’s lips quirked into a smile. His nerves melted away and heis hands went to the ties on his tabards. “If you like this view, just wait until you see what’s underneath.”
“Wait,” Cody said before he could undo the first layer of robes.
His brow furrowed. “Cody love, you do know you have to remove at least some clothing to have sex. I am too old to be dry humping you in my own living room.”
Cody rolled his eyes and set the whiskey down. “What if I want to be the one to undress you?”
Oh.
“Oh.” His mouth went dry.
He felt a tug and a push on his body. His feet stumbled forward, giving into the frivolous use of the Force as Cody flicked his hand to pull Obi-Wan closer.
“Oh is right,” he said as he stopped using the Force once Obi-Wan stood in front of him. Their knees touched.
Cody uncrossed his legs. He lifted his hands and put them on Obi-Wan’s hips. A gentle pressure caused him to sink down onto his lap; knees bracketing his thighs. Legs spread, feeling the heat from Cody’s body surging up and wrapping around him. Finally he got to sit on those thighs. The very source of his anguish these past few weeks. They felt just as wonderful as they looked. Strong, solid, sturdy beneath him. Supporting him as if he weighed nothing.
He had to reach out and put his hands on the back of the couch, on either side of Cody’s head, to keep himself from tumbling forward and completely crushing him.
“You’re not fucking me on the couch, either. I don’t think my back can take it,” he said. His throat felt dry. He licked his lips and swallowed. Could one die from being too aroused? Was that a thing that could happen?
And if Cody truly wanted to do this on the couch… he could be persuaded. Perhaps if he rode him that would be more comfortable for the both of them. Now that he thought about it, that could be fun.
Cody chuckled. Dark and low it went straight to Obi-Wan’s gut. He couldn’t stop the shiver that wracked his body. Gooseflesh peppered his arms and he felt himself clench, desperate to be filled. Cody’s cock was so close. Right there, right between a few layers of clothes. If he ground his hips just right, he could feel him growing hard. Pressing up into him.
Cody’s hands went to the ties and began picking at them. He knew what he was doing. He was too confident for this to be a fumble in the dark. He knew how to remove each layer of the robes. He was just taking his time doing it.
“You’d think that as a Jedi, you’d know a thing or two about patience.” He got the first layer done and peeled it off Obi-Wan’s body before tossing it to the floor.
He quivered under his ministrations. That one layer gone, he felt the heat from his body pour off his skin and escape into the night. He swallowed. His heart beating against his rib cage. Just as fast as he had cooled, the heat came back. Still trapped beneath his other layers.
“How can you expect me to be patient when you’ve spent all day teasing me. You’re a menace.”
Cody’s fingers went to undo the second layer. Obi-Wan could feel the tips of his fingers pressing into his skin. So close, but still separated by the layers he wore. The rough cloth caught against his scars and skin. It folded and pressed and rubbed against him; keeping him cut off completely from Cody’s skin. Why did he go with the traditional robes? Maybe Quinlan was onto something by only wearing one layer. Then he’d be able to feel Cody sooner.
“Just wanted to prepare you, baby,” he said.
Obi-Wan keened at the pet name, shuddering and practically collapsing into Cody’s chest.
Cody laughed and wrapped his arms around him tight. “You like that?”
“Perhaps,” Obi-Wan said. He cleared his throat and tried to keep what was left of his dignity intact. “Smart of you to have Rex take Ahsoka out for the evening. Does your brother know what nefarious plan you had when he agreed?”
“Now’s really not the time to be talking about my brothers,” Cody pulled the next layer off and threw it to the ground.
Once more, a burst of heat escaped his skin. Now, he was down to his final layer. Thankfully, this one had shorter sleeves and was a thin undershirt. Not enough to trap the heat like all the layers before. Though it still kept him from feeling all he wanted to feel.
“Well then what would you like to talk about?”
Cody leaned forward, his lips brushing his ear just as he had imagined earlier. Obi-Wan gasped and writhed in his lap. He felt his own hardness pressing against Cody’s stomach, leaking and desperate for more.
Cody’s hands gripped his hips to stop him from moving, holding him tight against his lap. “Do you know that I fell in love with you the moment I saw you?”
His brow furrowed. “I didn’t think I looked particularly good that day.” True, he had just come back from a grueling battle. Covered in mud and blood. Deep circles around his eyes. His hair sticking in every direction. He stunk of death and decay and earth. Truly not a pretty picture.
Cody laughed and finished undoing the final ties of his final layer. Though, he did not slide it from his shoulders and toss it to the floor like all the others. Instead, he let it fall open and then slid his hands under the fabric. The rough calluses on his palms caught against Obi-Wan’s skin. His fingertips trailed softly over his body, catching scars old and new. Tracing the lightning Krell left on his body. The trail left fire in its wake. Despite how hot Obi-Wan felt, Cody’s fingertips were a thousand times hotter. So gentle, he could barely feel them against his skin. Soft yet rough. Teasing yet loving. Featherlight touches that trailed and traced; desperate to feel more.
Obi-Wan’s hands clenched the back of the couch; the skin on his knuckles stretched white as he fought to control himself.
Keeping his final layer on felt both more conservative and intimate than if he had discarded it all together. A thin shirt that hid everything to everyone, except Cody. Opened in the front, everything was laid bare for him to touch and see.
Arms wrapped firmly around his body, he pulled him close, sliding him just an inch or two forward, but that distance made all the difference. Obi-Wan’s arms slid from the couch to wrap around Cody’s broad shoulders, gripping into the rough material of that uniform. That damn uniform that made him look so good. He could feel the cold medals pressing against his chest; his heart. The differences in heat and texture drove him wild. His hips moved of their own accord; rocking back and forth. Only a slight motion, but just enough to take the edge off. And not nearly enough to give him what he wanted. This time, Cody didn’t stop him. Instead, his hands stayed on Obi-Wan’s hips, guiding him in a slow grind. Control how hard the pressure was; how he twisted his hips; the feeling of their clothing brushing together.
Cody’s chin hooked over his shoulder. His face tilted up just enough to press his lips to his ear.
“I’m not talking about the day we formally met,” he said in that low, husky tone.
Obi-Wan’s brain struggled to comprehend what he said. Instead, it focused most of its energy on trying to figure out why he had been the only one to lose clothes and what he could do to speed that process along.
“What?” He said, rather dumbly. Had Cody maybe seen a picture of him before they met? That would certainly why he thought he looked more attractive. What was Obi-Wan’s official GAR portrait? He couldn’t remember ever taking one.
Cody turned his head, his lips pressing the barest of pressure along his skin. “Dripping wet. Hair a mess. I knew you were confused.”
He let out a whine. His breath tickled his neck; ghosting over his ears.
“You didn’t know what was going on. I don’t know how they didn’t catch on.”
“Kamino? You saw me on Kamino?” His brain finally caught up to what Cody said.
“The most imperfect creature I had ever seen. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” He finally pulled his head so they were face to face. Noses touching. Lips mere centimeters apart. All Obi-Wan had to do was lean forward and then he could finally get a kiss.
Cody’s fingers hooked on his chin and pinned him in place. “Let me take care of you. Let me make you forget all those pretty little words you use to distract everyone.”
“Let me reciprocate,” he shot back, trying to keep hold of his thoughts. It was becoming more difficult by the second. At this point, Cody could tell him to do anything and he’d do it. If only he could get that kiss and everything else promised.
Cody smirked. “I’m going to hold you to that, baby.”
And then he kissed him. Lips rough and gentle, sliding over Obi-Wan’s. They were chapped; dry. Cody stole the breath from Obi-Wan’s lungs.
He let out a gasp, that slight slip up giving Cody the entrance he needed to slide his tongue between his lips and draw them closer together still.
He had known Cody was a good kisser, and had gotten to experience those lips many times over the past few weeks. But nothing could compare to this. It was as if all those times, Cody had been holding back. Afraid that if he let himself go he wouldn’t be able to stop.
He would, though. Obi-Wan knew he would. That man had the self-control of a god. Though, he wanted to know if he could make it slip. Just a little.
He didn’t hold back now, giving all his strength and desire to the kiss. Extenuating it through the bond. He could feel everything. His lust. His desire. His love. He needed to give just as good as he received.
That mission now in mind, he shook off his stupor and surged into the kiss. His hands finally tangled in Cody’s curls like he had wanted to do for ages now. Mussing them and messing with them. Feeling the coarse hair wrapping around his fingers and he tugged just a bit to tilt Cody’s head back. The angle now better, He shifted his weight forward onto his knees, grinding their bodies together as their slick tongues moved against one another. Lifting up just slightly so that Cody had to look up; had to tilt his head up to chase his lips.
His plan worked.
Cody let out a strangled, wounded noise. His hips bucked up; chasing Obi-Wan’s weight. His hands grabbed his waist to pull him back down so they could grind together properly.
Obi-Wan pulled back, pleased to see Cody’s pupils blown wide and panting.
He grinned. “As fun as this has been, I’d rather like the real thing.”
“Oh, I’ll give you the real thing.” His hands tightened on his hips. His fingers dug into the flesh. There’d be bruises there tomorrow.
“All I hear are promises. I’m not seeing action.”
“You want action, baby?”
He hooked a finger under Cody’s chin to tilt his head back once more, pressing a kiss to his lips. As he pulled away, Cody groaned and tried to chase him.
He leaned back; his entire body shook. He didn’t know how he’d make it to the bedroom on these legs. He’d manage. He’d crawl if he had to.
“You promised to make me forget all my pretty little words. And yet, I’m still talking, aren’t I?”
“Oh, I’ll drive them out of your head alright.”
Before Obi-Wan could make another snarky retort, Cody hooked his hands under his thighs and then stood up as if he weighed nothing.
Obi-Wan let out a cry and scrambled to hook his arms around his shoulders. Well that solved one of his dilemmas.
“Showing off, my dear?”
“You think I didn’t catch you staring?”
He pulled back to glare at him. “I still maintain that you are a menace.”
Cody grinned back. “You enjoyed the show. Don’t even lie.”
He stepped into the bedroom and laid him on the bed with much more care and gentleness than Obi-Wan expected.
Cody took his wrists in his hands and pinned them above Obi-Wan’s head, crawling up so they were both securely on the bed. He smiled down at him for a beat; a softness washing over his features before he leaned down to capture his lips once more. The kiss was less frenzied and heated than before.
He could feel the tenderness flooding through Cody’s system. The desire to be gentle. This would not be fucking, but rather lovemaking. Something Obi-Wan was wholly unused to. After all, quick trysts rarely left time for the tenderness required of such an act.
Cody’s hands slipped from his wrists and Obi-Wan brought them up to begin divesting Cody from his garments. Neither of them broke the kiss though their hands did wander and roam. The heat built between them, aided now by the slickness of their tongues tangling together. A preview of what was to come.
Now in a better position, Cody’s hands roamed more insistently, thumbing over a nipple. Obi-Wan gasped into Cody’s mouth. One of his hands reached up to grasp at his hair. His nails caught on Cody’s scalp.
The man shuddered and tilted his head into the sensation. “Fuck,” he groaned.
Obi-Wan repeated the action, scratching his nails lightly through Cody’s hair.
He let out a full body shudder and groaned. “Fuck.”
Obi-Wan decided to ease up on the torture and work more on seeing that glorious golden skin on full display. It wasn’t fair he had lost so many clothes while Cody was still fully dressed.
Thankfully, Cody’s uniform did not have as many pieces and ties as his robes. It was rather easy to unbutton the jacket and shove it off his glorious shoulders.
Cody’s hands finally went to the button on his pants, though Obi-Wan saw a problem with his current trajectory.
He pushed back on Cody’s shoulders. As expected, the man immediately responded, ceasing all physical touch and leaning back at the gentle, silent request.
“Alright?” he asked.
Obi-Wan swallowed, taking a moment to gather his thoughts and catch his breath. “Unbuttoning my pants won’t do much good if you don’t remove my shoes first.”
He took a second to understand, then he laughed. “Right. Sorry. Got a little ahead of myself there.”
“At least I know you’re eager.”
His eyes darkened and he took in Obi-Wan’s flushed form. “Very.”
From there, things became a bit of a blur.
They did get his boots off. And his pants. Along with Cody’s infernally, disgustingly attractive uniform (He was right. It did look even better on the floor.).
Their hands explored each other’s bodies, tracing lines with their fingertips and tongues. He felt him, all of him. The heat from his body. The calluses from his hands. His slick tongue tracing patterns on his skin before he closed his lips to kiss the spot. Occasionally, he’d pull back and blow softly on the wet spots, leaving Obi-Wan gasping and writhing against the sheets before diving back in to explore and torture a new place.
Obi-Wan made a note of everywhere that made Cody gasp. HIs collarbone seemed exceptionally sensitive and he enjoyed nipping and sucking along the great expanse of skin.
Not to be outdone, Cody pressed kisses wherever he could reach. And when he found a stop that made Obi-Wan gasp, he stopped to give it all the attention and care necessary, leaving marks in the process. The scrapping of his teeth and nails had him arching off the bed as he chased that sensation.
Cody would sometimes hold him down; pinning him against the bed so he could properly lavish attention wherever he wanted.
Obi-Wan relished this. Feeling free to gasp and buck against his hold to his heart’s desire; knowing that if it got to be too much, Cody would stop and let him catch his breath.
“Please,” he moaned as Cody drug his lips from hip bone to hip bone. The puffs of his breath against his skin only heightened the pleasure.
“Please what?”
“Don’t stop,” he said, breathless. His voice came out as no more than a hoarse whisper.
He could feel Cody grin against his stomach as he continued his work, finding new spots to bite and explore.
A spot on his ribs. His inner thighs. His wrists. His shoulders. His hips. All so close to where he actually wanted Cody’s mouth, but the man would not budge. As soon as he finished sucking marks into his skin, he’d move to another, unexplored spot; moving until he found a place that made Obi-Wan gasp. Not that it took long.
He couldn’t remember ever being this sensitive. Either this was the result of not having another person’s hands on him in months, or because Cody truly was that good. Either way, he wasn’t complaining. The sting of Cody’s teeth against his skin, followed by the soothing wetness of his tongue had him throwing back his head and crying out. His own voice rasping as screams of pleasure tore from his throat.
He’d have to make sure to wear a long sleeved shirt whenever sparring for the next few days.
As they went, the ache in Obi-Wan’s belly grew and grew and grew. His knees splayed open so Cody could settle between them, only to squeeze shut as he sucked a mark right over his heart.
“Ah!” His hands dug into the fleshy part of his shoulders, his head thrown back. His back arching off the bed, chasing the heat. Chasing the feeling.
Cody tilted his head and pressed his lips just below Obi-Wan’s ear.
“Ah!” he cried again, feeling the hot, wet tongue press against the skin, followed by the scrape of his teeth. His legs squeezed shut again. Both too much and not enough.
Unlike all the other sensitive spots Cody had found, he didn’t move on from this one. Instead, he pressed his tongue, hot and wet against his pulse point; laving over it before adding teeth into the mix.
Obi-Wan cried out. His nails bit into Cody’s back and then scrapped down; desperate for purchase but only finding hot, sweat-slick skin beneath his palms.
“Relax, baby. I’ve got you,” he said, soft and low. One of his arms wrapped around Obi-Wan’s waist and lifted him off the bed. He pressed another quick kiss to his throat before sealing his mouth around the skin and sucking, his teeth pressing against him. A stinging pressure that drove all thoughts out of Obi-Wan’s head. So distracted, he didn’t even realize the other hand slipped around. FIngers pressing into him. A brief pinch at the intrusion before they slid past his entrance and inside.
He tried to say something. Some quick-witted retort. Nothing came to mind. Even if something did come to mind, he didn’t think his mouth would be capable of making any noise other than the keening moans he had been for the past several minutes.
He was right, though. Being the sole recipient of Cody’s single-minded determination and drive was an experience. One he’d have to be careful not to lose himself in.
If he thought feeling those callused fingers before was pure pleasure, it was nothing compared to this. Feeling the roughness of his knuckles and pads of his fingertips sliding into him. Pressing and opening him slowly. Driven and direct; a clear mission in mind. Occasionally, he twisted them and experimented with pumping faster or slower. Smooth or jerky movements. Deep or shallow. What made Obi-Wan moan. Presumably filing this all away for when he got his cock in him.
Obi-Wan laced his fingers through his curls once more and tugged. As his mouth seemed to no longer be working, he’d have to find other ways to ask Cody for what he wanted.
Cody went easily, tilting his head up so Obi-Wan could capture his lips in a kiss once more. He let himself get lost in the kiss. In the feeling of Cody’s warm body pressing him into the mattress. His fingers opening him up, slowly and carefully. The way his teeth scraped against his lips. The feel of his tongue against his.
A good thing he was lying down. His legs felt like jelly. How was it that even the prosthetic one felt weak in the knees?
He should move things along, though. How he hadn’t come yet was a miracle. If Cody kept this up, he’d be spent before they got to the main attraction.
He pulled back from the kiss, firing up his brain just long enough to say, “I’m ready.”
Cody swallowed and nodded. He sat back on his heels and grabbed the lube.
Obi-Wan pressed himself up to his elbows so he could watch as Cody, gloriously naked and hard as a rock, stroked himself a few times. His cock was equally as wonderful as the rest of him. Thick and long, Obi-Wan’s mouth watered at the sight of it. He’d have to get his mouth on Cody properly later. He felt himself clench around nothing, Cody’s fingers removed so he could prepare himself. How he desperately wanted to be full again. Based on what he was looking at, Cody would have no problem meeting that desire.
He coated his cock with lube to finish preparations. His muscles tensing and flexing with that famous self-control. He must have been aching . Hopefully not for much longer.
Deeming himself lubed up enough, he grabbed Obi-Wan’s thighs once more and lifted them to wrap around his waist.
Obi-Wan let himself be led and settled back, relaxing as much as he could even though the excitement and nerves were killing him. He’d perish if Cody took much longer, he was certain of it.
“You good, baby?” Cody asked again.
“Yes! Force, yes! Hurry up before I take things into my own hands.”
“Now that is something I’d like to see later.”
Cody pressed the blunt tip of his cock into his entrance before Obi-Wan had a chance to formulate a reply. One arm came to bracket Obi-Wan’s head while the other kept a hold of his cock to guide himself in. There was the initial pinch of penetration; a slight discomfort as his body got used to the pressure. And then, he relaxed.
Obi-Wan threw his head back, crying out and reaching up to grip Cody’s bicep in his hand. His other reached out to grasp his waist and pulled him closer; fingers digging into the flesh. Nails biting against the skin.
It was exquisite. The stretch shot straight to the base of his spine and then down his legs, squeezing tighter around Cody’s waist. The nerve endings lighting up a trail of pleasure that made his feet flex and his toes curl.
He could feel Cody sinking into him. Inch by inch. Filling him up. Stretching him. Pressing against his walls and splitting him open. The heat burned Obi-Wan from the inside out. His muscles quivered. He drew in short, stuttered breaths. It felt like every time he tried to breath, Cody would press in a little further and drive the air from his lungs once more; leaving him panting and squirming beneath him.
“Fuck,” Cody huffed, his entire body shook as the last of his self-control reserves were spent not thrusting straight into the tight heat.
He bottomed out and brought his other hand around to press next to the other side of his head. They stayed like that for a second, breathing. Bodies shaking. Nerve endings alight.
“Fuck,” Cody said again. His voice was wrecked. “You good?”
He nodded. “Please.”
He swallowed, nodded to himself, and then began to thrust. First shallow, a bit unsure of himself. Testing the waters and what Obi-Wan was comfortable with.
He let his hands release their iron grip on his bicep and hip and then traveled once more up his back, his neck, before finally landing in Cody’s hair.
“More, love. More,” he whispered into the soft night.
Cody let out a groan and then sank down so his full weight was on Obi-Wan’s body. He wrapped his arms around his back once more and pressed Obi-Wan impossibly close.
His legs tightened around his waist as Cody obliged and began thrusting harder. Faster. His fingers digging into his flesh. His mouth latching onto his neck, biting hard into his shoulder.
Obi-Wan threw his head back with a cry. All he could feel was Cody above him. The sheets below him. His teeth scraping at his pulse point. His hands and arms leaving a trail of fire everywhere they touched. The sweat dripped from his brow. Gathering in his curls. Obi-Wan’s own sweat trailing down his spine as his legs clenched around his hips and his feet flexed as the pleasure grew. His eyes screwed shut. His mouth thrown open; not even attempting to hide the cries that escaped from his lips.
Through the bond, he could feel Cody’s pleasure. The way Obi-Wan felt around him. How good it felt when he clenched. How nice he sounded as he gasped and moaned.
“Cody,” he cried. “Cody!”
That was all he could think. The only word he could say.
Cody finally detached his mouth from Obi-Wan’s neck and brought their foreheads together, gasping and panting. Occasionally leaning down to kiss, though he didn’t always get the lips. He kissed his nose, eyelids, cheeks, chin, anything he could reach.
“Love you. Fuck, I love you,” he panted.
Had Obi-Wan been capable of speaking, he would have said those words back. As such, any time he tried to form a sentence, or even a word other than ‘Cody’, the man had the audacity to thrust into him, driving all thoughts and words out of his head. He pushed love through the bond.
Oh, how he loved Cody so. His steadfast nature. His dry, sarcastic humor that often went over the heads of many. How he cared for his brothers. For Ahsoka. His sense of justice. His drive. His determination. His intelligence. His strength, both physical and emotional. How protective he could be towards the people he loved. There was so much to love. He hoped Cody knew he loved all of it.
He could feel himself rapidly approaching his peak. Any semblance of self control was fucked right out of his head as Cody continued to thrust; only made more pleasurable as he approached his peak as well. His thrusts got more erratic. His body shook. Pressing Obi-Wan further and further into the mattress as he chased the feeling.
He pressed in once more and it was over. His aim hit that bundle of nerves at the base of Obi-Wan’s spine. He threw his head back and cried out, his entire body tensing as he finally came. His hoarse voice echoed through the room; throat raw from how screaming and gasping.
Cody pistoned his hips a few more times before he let out a primal cry. His hips still and he came.
As he finished, his strength gave out and he collapsed fully onto Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan let his legs unhook from around Cody’s back and flop uselessly to the side. His arms splayed out next to him.
They breathed heavily for several minutes. Thankfully, with Cody’s body on top of his, he didn’t cool off as rapidly in the brisk night air. Both of them were breathing heavily; chests rising and falling as they tried to catch their breaths. Their hearts beating against one another; slowing down with each second that passed until Obi-Wan finally felt like he could breathe properly.
“I’m never going to be able to walk again,” he panted after a moment. Force, did his voice sound rough . He hadn’t even gotten Cody’s cock down his throat and he still had a rasp.
Cody laughed, the sound muffled from where his face buried in Obi-Wan’s neck. He turned to the side and rolled off him, pulling out in the process.
Obi-Wan already mourned the loss, not only of that cock but also of his heated blanket. No more Cody meant he was now completely exposed to the air. And the sweat clinging to his body did little to keep him warm.
“Is that going to be a problem?” He sounded just as wrecked.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not go to bed with semen in my ass.”
Cody grumbled. “I didn’t fuck you hard enough if you can still talk like that. And I’m offended. I’ve been planning this all day and you think I forgot about the clean-up?”
He waved a hand and a washcloth zipped right to it.
“Frivolous use of the Force,” he scolded.
Cody rolled his eyes and began wiping down Obi-Wan’s chest. “Not a Jedi. And if you complain again, next time, I’ll make you walk to get it.”
He shook his head fondly. “Where’d you get that one? It doesn’t look like anything I own.”
“You really think I’m going to use the same washcloths we use to dry dishes? I went and bought some.” Cody pinched him lightly on the side, causing Obi-Wan to yelp.
“Oh.” His cheeks heated up. Cody really had thought of everything. “I love you.” Because he hadn’t managed to say it while they were having sex.
Cody smiled at him. “I know.”
“Menace. You’re supposed to say ‘I love you’ back.”
He shook his head and leaned down to kiss him, soft and sweet. “I love you.”
“Better.”
Cody finished cleaning them up and then went to dispose of the cloth. Obi-Wan crawled under the blankets, already feeling a pleasant ache in his hips. He’d have to survey the damage tomorrow and see if his robes could cover it. If not… Well, he didn’t have too many important meetings. He was sure it was fine.
Cody came back in the room and slipped under the covers. Obi-Wan tossed an arm over his waist and drew him in close, pressing his chest to his back. Cody laced their fingers together and brought Obi-Wan’s knuckles to his lips for a kiss.
“Was it good?” Cody asked, yawning and settling back.
“Excellent. Was it good for you?”
“Best of my life,” he mumbled before falling asleep.
Obi-Wan kissed his temple and then settled behind him. “Goodnight, my sunshine.”